light at the beginning of the tunnel

The goddess listened with polite silence as Amun explained himself. Nodding at appropriate intervals she couldn't quite help her smile from growing before he had even finished. "Looking for?" The Voice shrugged her shoulders in a manner that seemed surprisingly youthful. "You aren't necessarily the one looking, my bright one." She explained with a grin, near roguish enough to match his own. "It is not poetry that I am always with you, as I have said before. Every step you take in Halo sets down roots that I might use to spread our light, to bring us closer to Torchline." Amidst the adoration the Voice could sense what might be seeds of frustration, or doubt. "Greatness is not achieved by the completion of tasks, but comes simply while they are being done. " She said softly, electric gaze deep with understanding. "Nor can it be rushed. But I have not forgotten what I said to you."